Singularity

Boom boom boom I am a waterfall around whom Crowds gather. I will lose, have lost Was willing to throw My sense of direction Into the ocean And I cried when the train pulled around and away I said, "I will come back someday" I've held this singularity; I've kept it to myself My generosity has taken the shape Of snowballs in god's face and He is perhaps pissed Or has lost his patience Sometimes I can see the blood and gold As colors in the kaleidoscope Lights lights city ship boom! Beating out the smooth What? and When? and Whom? Until my questions become a song Unsatisfied crowds throng And catch me with their glances full on So that as I walk around I hear "Are you her?" "Are you her?" And "Are you that one?" And sometimes, I hear Nothing from anyone A woman needs a roo-ooo-m Of her own. Boom A woman needs a room of her own Boom boom boom! But we all must evolve We must evolve However godawful slow Deep sea convections over ten thousand days A rising up of direction To take or to steal To obtain by any known means And we? Who are we? We are the Madrid and Paris overflow Jet streams crossing longitudes We are little children clutching little maps Hoping for a reward Or maybe for something colorful to burn But now it's time I suppose To love myself despite my allowing These things to always occur They say the canyon must love the river All right, I will live my life in this fever, okay And I'll stop trying to invent a cure Oka, but I'll hope for one anyway Since hope is the most productive bit of the game I left the ocean on a train Holding onto a drawing Of an empty wooden cup Now I am all grown up I am all grown up I am all grown up I am all grown up